Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 786

786. Reason and Emotion

In the midst of his vast thoughts, Encred brought out one of his strengths:
his overwhelming amount of Will.

‘Usuke.’

It is a name meaning the will to draw from a well that never dries.
It was also a weapon. A weapon that not everyone has. It is something that
even Ragnar, a genius with a talent given by the heavens, who has set foot on a special field, does not have.

‘So it was advantageous when fighting.’

I felt it when I fought everyone including Rem. No, I have established it more clearly now.
Here, Encred also learned tactics that prioritize endurance through the opponents he faced, even after fighting the half-knight named Lebart when fighting Count Molsen the other day. He fought with Will, who was not thin, at the forefront.

“Why don’t you use what you have?”

This is something that Luagarne, who taught tactics, said countless times.

“Everything you can use can be a weapon. Sharpen it. For example, even your face should be considered a weapon. Expand your concept. Don’t narrow it down and confine yourself to a small well.”

She is not a knight, but a prog devoted to tactics. Her words resonate. Encred heard it.

‘Everything is a weapon.’

So that’s what I did. I put my unwavering Will first, whether I was sparring with my allies or fighting the enemy.

‘But Balrog cannot be suppressed in a fight of endurance.’

Balrog has lived for a very long time. It is only natural that he has no small amount of will.

‘It won’t work with sheep.’

Then what about the game of change?
I learned how to accelerate Will from Jaun.
It was a technique that ruined the body, but if the body was strong, the endurance would also increase.

‘Endure.’

It is a general term for techniques that endure pain.
If the origin of the technique called ‘Fairy Tale’ is fairies, the origin of the technique called ‘Endurance’ is monks.
Audyn said that the basis of endurance is training the body. What if you endure with a trained body and endurance and use the explosion of dots?

‘The game will be decided by Will’s change.’

It’s not about calculation, it’s about the moment. What if we take advantage of Balrog’s carelessness here?

‘I’m betting everything on the first cut.’

What should I do then?

‘That damn pressure first.’

Balrog gauges his opponent’s skills through intimidation. So he must shake off that intimidation in one breath. That is the prerequisite for attempting a momentary victory.

“What are you?”

Today was the 56th time, and since we passed Donapa, it was our third opponent. The swordsman, who specialized in single-edged swords and agile movements, nodded his head and asked.
As we met his gaze on his question, the opponent, the single-edged sword, quickly distanced himself like a herbivore that had found a predator.

Ching!

As he steps back, he draws his sword and his eyes are wide open with wariness.

‘That kid’s eyes.’

Her pupils trembled slightly.
Encred’s blue eyes were like a lake. However, next to the lake, a volcano erupted, and it was boiling.
If Rem or the others had seen it, they would have said, ‘That one’s eyes are spinning again.’
Once a method is decided, she carries it out faithfully. That’s one of Encred’s most distinctive characteristics.
The single-edged sword is just an opponent that passes by.

“I’m a little busy.”

Speak and run forward.

“……Wow!”

The swordsman of the single-edged sword held his breath and went on the offensive. If he retreated here, there was no chance of winning. She knew her specialty well.
Rather than being pushed back, he had to fight while maintaining the offensive.

Kagagagagagagang!

He ran forward, drawing the tip of his single-edged sword against the ground. The ground was a mixture of rocks and dirt. Sparks flew from the tip of his single-edged sword as it passed over a rock.
It seemed as if he was running while drawing sparks. He anticipated the moment of clash. He also had to do something then.
The single-edged sword focused.
It seemed as if the two would meet right away, but they didn’t. The owner of the single-edged sword was momentarily flustered.

‘Stop?’

Encred suddenly stopped in his tracks. It was a sudden braking that made him hallucinate that his body was being thrown forward.
Blood flowed from Encred’s nose as he stopped. The blood flowed forward. Of course, that wasn’t something to pay attention to.
The single-edged sword couldn’t be stopped. Will, who had consciously moved with the goal of cutting down his opponent, and Will, who had moved in the realm of the unconscious, had put forth all their effort.
If he stopped here, he wouldn’t end up with a bloody nose.

Kak!

The single-edged sword that was shedding sparks accelerated using the friction that was swiping the ground. The blade that swung the ground as a sheath split the gap in the air and flew in with a sound behind it.
Encred, who suddenly stopped, ducked and stepped forward with the same speed as before he stopped and swung his sword. The two of them were running towards each other and throwing their swords.

‘how?’

Bang!

The sword saw a sky blue snake crawling up her arm and biting her neck after striking her sword.
The snake cut her collarbone just below her neck and ripped out her heart before falling out.
Black soot lingered in her eyes. She was on the verge of death. The last thing she saw was Encred swinging his sword in the air a couple more times.
Seeing that gave her strength she had never had before. The sword spat out black fog and spoke with all its might.

“Wow, you used me for training?”

Black fog rose from the wounds cut by the sky blue snake and fell to the floor in a lump.
Encred did not nod as it was something he had heard often. He ignored it. It was something he had said more than thirty times today out of the fifty times he had said it.
The single-edged sword was sensitive to acts of ignoring it. It was a weakness of character. He had seen this woman more than fifty times.
As time passed, their weaknesses became clearer. Encred ignored the words of his opponent and only thought back to the brief skirmish that had taken place a moment ago.

‘Will’s control.’

Encred focused on control, not on the explosion of dots and lines. After stopping like that, he immediately changed to the explosion of dots.
Will’s speed changed in an instant. Even a horse has to keep running to gain acceleration, but Encred swung his sword at high speed right away from a standstill.
His arms trembled.
No matter how trained his body was, it was natural that he would be burdened by such a thing. He couldn’t cut a thousand people without taking a single breath or feeling any pain in his arms.
Even if he strengthened his body with Will and trained himself to become a knight, it didn’t mean he was beyond the realm of humans.
It would be the same for a giant or a fairy.
Anyway.

‘I learned something, you idiot.’

I did this because I remembered the scene where Icicles could stop and accelerate freely in the Border Guard. At
that time, I was so impressed that I called him Bulgur instead of Icicles.
I gave him that name originally, but he got used to it, so I called him Icicles.
Icicles just snorted when he heard the name Bulgur.
He asked why I brought up that name.
Anyway.

‘You can start by making your opponent let their guard down and take unexpected action.’

That was the conclusion.
And the sword swing that followed was an imitation of the fire serpent Salamandra, mixing various movements.
The actual blade cannot be a whip.
The trajectory of the sword changes quickly enough to create such an illusion in the opponent’s eyes.
That’s why Encred accelerated twice just a moment ago.
Once when he moved his body, and once when he swung his sword again.

‘Double the explosion of dots.’

More precisely, it is the explosion of points in the explosion of lines.
It was no wonder that his arms were sore. He had trained repeatedly with Audin all this time, so it was like this. If not, his arm muscles would have torn.
As his thoughts continued, his feet did not stop. Encrid moved forward. The darkness seemed to be eating him, but to him, the darkness of the cave was now just a smooth path.
There was no fear. There was no fear. He just wanted to train and test it out because he had decided on something to do.

“……Oh, you’re here? But why are your eyes like that? Why are you excited?”

Oara noticed this and asked.
Encred approached Oara, who was sitting next to the campfire.

“Do you see it?”
“Oh, it looks like anyone could tell.”
“I’ve been well and Roman……”

Encred spoke reflexively. Oara had to hear this story to summon Balrog.
Otherwise, the conversation would drag on. Encred spoke a little faster than usual today.

“Is that how you usually say things? It sounds so obligatory and formal.”

Even after death, Oara was a knight with excellent intuition.

“Oh, is that so?”

Encred nodded.

“No, um, yeah, be careful.”

In her shadow, wings spread wide. Encred smiled without realizing it.
The subtle smile may have stimulated Balrog.

-Were you the kind of person who wanted to die by the devil’s hand?

It was a question no different from asking if there was a crazy person when I called him.
The one who called him was not overwhelmed by his presence, but rather started laughing. Balrog had seen many unique and special intelligent beings.
From those who laughed just before they died, to those who were born as humans and defeated themselves.
What’s more, that was only recently.
Of all those intelligent beings, the one standing before me was the best.
He laughed as soon as he saw me?
And then he spoke.

“Try it.”

Encred taunted as usual and readjusted his grip on his sword.

‘It starts with shaking off the pressure.’

Encred decided how to fight Balrog in just three todays. The expansion of thought was now natural. And there were over fifty todays. He had enough experience.
Instead of saying anything, Balrog started to show his intimidation. Was he saying he wouldn’t even associate with someone who couldn’t even get past this?
That’s really fun.
And it’s even funnier when he thinks about blocking that intimidation.
Encred had already embodied his will to refuse before Balrog showed his intimidation.
Can you catch up with a genius with just effort?
The time he spent searching for the answer to that question piled up, and everything that piled up became a solid wall inside Encred.
A high and solid wall, Encred vowed to protect his back.
That was the oath he had vowed to keep since becoming a knight. He
saw an illusion in his eyes. A solid wall built with sky-blue bricks blocked the burning chain. Boom. The chain containing the sparks that bounced off fell to the ground. Should we call it a wall of refusal?
Should we say that it is a armor made by the accumulated time?
Or should we say that it did not collapse because it was never broken?

-You keep smiling.

Balrog didn’t seem flustered even though his pressure was blocked. Encred realized that he was laughing at his words.
At this point, it was really crazy.
If you look at it rationally, it couldn’t be fun at all.
But.

‘Am I a rational person?’

According to Christ, the head is good.

‘I don’t know.’

There is no time or reason to worry about such things. From the moment you face Balrog, you combine your thoughts that were splitting apart and preparing to block the waves.
You risk everything with just one swing of the sword.

‘Just look at one point.’

It’s a single point of focus. It only requires one thought.
In a way, it seems like gambling. And it may seem like something that can be done to repeat today, but it wasn’t.
Encred never let a day pass by easily. He always acted as if today was his last.

‘Even if I die.’

I will die after accomplishing what
I have decided to do now. I will die after walking the path I have decided.
So today does not have to come back. The boatman does not think about today, which he calls a curse and is a blessing to him. The determination is always high. Even the determination I have made now is completely embedded in the sword.

Chiririririririring.

The blade of the dawn forge came out, scraping the scabbard.
The funny thing is that the corners of Balrog’s mouth also went up. It would be easy if I fought by suppressing my opponent with the pressure I had. He had an easy way to fight.
But he didn’t.
Instead of using his natural pressure, he used his hands and feet. It wasn’t a rational judgment, but an emotional action.
So Balrog was no different from Encred right now.
They both closed the distance while maintaining their twisted mouths. Encred moved, dragging the ground with the soles of his boots, while Balrog walked briskly. He had his wings spread wide, which was lucky for Encred.
Wings hinder rapid movements. The moment the membrane-like part resisted the wind, invisible shackles would appear on his ankles.

-Oh, no wonder we can’t stop fighting.

Balrog was so happy that he let out a mental wave. Encred agreed.